| I, I don’t really care how you feel inside |
| 'Cause you, you’re nothing more than a parasite |
| And you, you’re toxic to look at but I can’t stop |
| 'Cause I cling to the feeling that you’re in love |
| What’s the point you’re making |
| Fuck the game you’re playing |
| What’s the point you’re making |
| Get up! |
| I dream of things out of my reach |
| And I want to say, that it feels close |
| But it seems so far away, from me now |
| And don’t you even think about it, yeah |
| 'Cause you’re never going to fucking change |
| And don’t you even think about it, yeah |
| Bring that shit in! |
| Ah shit! |
| I dream of things out of my reach |
| And I want to say, that it feels close |
| But it seems so far away, from me now |
| I try to keep my head from spinning |
| But it’s no use |
| My mind is always slowly drifting |
| Away from you |
| I dream of things out of my reach |
| And I want to say that it feels close to me! |
| That it feels close to me, but it don’t, no! |
| I dream of things out of my reach |
| And I want to say, that it feels close |
| But it seems so far away, from me now |
| And don’t you even think about it, yeah |
| You’re never going to change |